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The weight of another mundane day eased off of my shoulders as I walked along the familiar parkside path. It was a longer route home, but it avoided the bustling city streets and it was often quiet in the evenings. My name is Harry, I’m 37 years old, and if I were to describe myself in one word, it would be “average” with an average build that mirrored my absolutely average life. Each day at work blurred into the next and I knew I would be here for just over another two decades. I was a computer engineer and while that was an interesting job, it began to lose its charm the longer I worked in the field. The mundane same schedule day in and out left me longing for the simpler days of my youth when worries were few and dreams of the future were endless. As I walked through the usually quiet park on my way home and admired the sunset, the laughter of a group of young adults caught my attention. They lounged on the grass, basking in the warmth of the fading sun, their carefree demeanour